There's a young world standingStrong in the tideWith vision not blinding yetAnger just one chance that we getIn the rainAlthough the blood on the nighsticks'New mark is madeThe terror evaporateIn the rainComing down on a new dayDust to dustA violation of trust justiceThat maybe somebody someday will understandWe didn't live and die in vainThe voices of the people will come downLike rainAnd though the blood on the nighsticksIt's never too lateThe streets are burning bright in lightOf the flames of the flamesNew suns for a new dayBroken facesPlastic nervesSelling the passionTo rot in the suburbsPlastic facesBroken nervesSelling the passionWe rot in the suburbsThe world's in tractionDo all our shots miss?From action to fashion we rot in the officeThe world's in tractionAll our shots missFrom action to fashion we rot in the office rot in the officeWell the world's in tractionFrom action to fashionBut we're not gonna rot building BabylonWith our life and deathWe spit and runOne voice one breathWe spit and run.